Fall out of the 2-double-7
Chippie’s open, little bites of heaven
And I’m so worn out

The night throws out a diamond rug
I take your hand – one yellow stripey glove
And you’re so worn out

Young girl fumbles for a cigarette
Looking for a spark, hasn’t found it yet
And she is so worn out

Star-trek man with his figurines
Talks in Klingon, they know just what he means,
That he’s all worn out

Hey little one, let me take you on the run
We’ll stumble to the moon and back
To the moon

Hey little one, let me pull you through the door
You are the droid I’m looking for
Looking for

Dolphin’s cooking up a storm
Bouncer blows to keep his fingers warm
And he’s so worn out

Yellow tape and neon skies
Lidl shouts about its special offer pies
But they’re all sold out

Hey little one, let me take you on the run
We’ll stumble to the moon and back
To the moon

Hey little one, let me pull you through the door
You are the droid I’m looking for
Looking for…